[She immediately emits a gurgling sound like she's being melted by acid or something when he pulls her in, that ends up melting into an uuuuuuugh sort of noise fairly quickly.]

I mean, yeah, I think we've established I don't give a shit about you.

[She's kind of laughing about that sentence, though, like it's all meant to be a joke.

She won't push him off, either. Don't read into it, Molly, she'll knock out a tooth.]

I almost already regret saying that, even if I'm being held on a death threat.